Take Bosc pears, well ripened.
Cut into bite-sized pieces.
Wrap each piece in a small slice of good smoked gouda.
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speaking the truth, even when my voice trembles
a journal of a bisexual, bigendered, polyamorous, Christian woman trying to figure out
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God has in store for me
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- Kate
- Hoping to hit the road in an RV with my two cats and my business, The Vagabond Tabby. I'm getting really, really tired of waking up in the same place every morning.
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